Golden Poems - Poems about Golden

noon’s furnace: asphalt shimmers; air—thick, slow— cracks open. cicadas drill through stagnant gold. a sprinkler’s hiccup-hiss: the pavement’s glow un/curls in steam. the hydrant’s shout: uncontrolled. children shriek!—a liquid burst of now, popsicle rivers bleed; knuckles—sticky, green— cling to handlebars. shadows stretch: thin, lean across chain-link. each blade of grass—laid down— bakes. but dusk? a match-strike: fireflies!— the yard exhales jasmine; stars prick the...

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egg white pedals and mustard yellow eyes following the light of the sun where the lilies of the field tippytoe one by one to serve the will of God in the golden time of day ...

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On golden shores waves were crashing Beams of sunlight, I saw flashing and stopped rowing. I stilled my oars. Waves were crashing on golden shores Gulls shrieked while the wind was blowing I stilled my oars and stopped rowing. Morning skies turned blue as dawn peeked While the wind was blowing, gulls shrieked. When daylight broke, I thought of you. As dawn peeked, morning...

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golden husks aglow, laughter pops beneath the sun, waves applaud the show....

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If we'd lived in olden days days of yore the golden days and I were a troubadour I'd serenade you with my lute unless I had a flute to toot or go more than the extra mile and sing a song to make you smile not with the end of a lance would I beg my lady's favour but gallantly request a dance mayhaps a carol...

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"Open the gates of Heaven's beginning Where we end thoughts of awful sinning Where hope and love will be forever And think of troubles no more, never!" ...

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(Sister Golden Hair by America - Added Lyrics) Well, it's so long since I saw you, Sister Golden Hair surprise. Though I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, you can't see it in my eyes. Now I want better correspondence, I am not so hard to find. And I promise you I'll make it worth your while. Will I meet you there in...

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I stand with the world in my hands, Not because I own it, But because I believe A better world begins with me. One step, I walk a quiet road, Learning life, one lesson at a time. Another step, I climb a hill, Chasing dreams that feel too high. Behind me is the man I was, Before me is the man I will be. In...

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To list all of Betty White’s accomplishments, besides The Golden Girls, I’d have to write a book. I’m thrilled that now, for just seventy-three cents, I can place her image on an envelope. Take a look! (Notes) Every blond hair is perfectly in place. As always, she wears a genuine smile. A hint of mischief graces her...

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… after Langston Hughes You know how they do. They say that we run, that we fit descriptions, but justice ain’t blind, she just sees who she wants. Is it any wonder we hold our breath? A body ain’t a body when they label it a threat. Blind fold her, watch...

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Under the summer sky, in the simmering golden sun, my mind dances among the stars, Where memories melt into plays of light, dreams, and burning longings, On beaches where sand is a golden carpet, and the sea sings its eternal song, I can still feel the waves touching my feet, telling tales of unforgettable times. The salty air is...

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You came for me and I am still flourishing Obstacles were once on my path now they they are destroyed in my favor How funny it is to be a golden alchemist cycles of depression and suffering I transmute so quickly and masterfully into more of my blessings, I keep on growing and I keep on flourishing how funny...

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When I was coal you mined my soul and treasure there you found: a heart, stone cold, but solid gold, was buried underground. So long I hoped and blindly groped for rescue by the brave; from skulking fears and sour tears that haunted my dark cave. The sifters left my heart bereft of airy thoughts...

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The sun wakes slow, a golden yawn, Stretching light across the dawn, Soft and warm, with rays that creep Through windowed eyes from gentle sleep. It drifts and dances, dips and hides, Plays peekaboo with clouds that glide, Bright beams spill in scattered showers, Kissing earth and blooming flowers. It tricks the colors, bends the hue, From green to gold, to deepest blue, Tickling the...

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neat proposition worthy of pious ponder divine proportion what ratio is golden 1 plus root 5 over 2...

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